Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Part 3

Dear Journal,

My longing for home has finally been silenced! I have reached Ithaca and contacted my son. But woe to my wife. She suffers a plight moor terrible than my own. She is helpless in my house, forced to watch as greedy men wanting her hand in marriage deplete the cellars. I am surprised to see that she has kept them at bay. They are a cruel bunch, not willing to give even a beggar a share of the feast. Soon they will meet their end. With my son at my side, i will dispatch the foul bunch and be at my rightful place at my table once again.

Odysseus

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